[Frames of fiction]

Hi, I'm tired and you're just drunk.
Stains and nicotine and coffee rings and magazines
The rush.

You have a way with agression
Fists clenched and nuckles white
We make the best of the tension
It feels so right. The light
Let's fight tonight. Tonight.

Violence is my kind of fashion
Endless amounts in store
More than you'd ever imagine
With walls and floors
and windows, lights and doors.
There's more

In these frames of fiction
Letting go
Always one bird missing
from the glow

These suits have to go
This tie around my throat
Dreaming, Motive, Technique
flood my sleep

In these frames of fiction
Letting go
Always one bird missing
from the glow

DMT is killing me
Dimethyltryptamine.